F.W. “Rustdawg” Malone
Art. Music. Writing. The collected works, since 1986.
Two strokes. Cancer. Losing everyone.
Still creating. The cathedral is open.
Where Chaos Meets Creation
Welcome in. Mind the rust.
I’m F.W. Malone, Rustdawg73 to most of the internet. I’ve been making things since 1986: paintings, drawings, poems, songs, the occasional wall. Rust is what weather leaves on something that refuses to fall down.
Long Covid and two strokes took a lot of what my hands knew how to do, so I learned it again, slower and stranger. Brushes and acrylics, digital tools, and LLisa, who takes my sketches in and hands back her own vision. Some pieces are all me. Some are kissed, fused, or a full collab, and the badge in the corner says which.
Three doors below: the art, the music, the words. Pick one. They all lead further in.
Art
Visual work from DeviantArt to Objkt. Digital, physical, NFT. The cat painting is real and it is on the blockchain.
Music
Original songs from the poetry. Self-hosted MP3s, no streaming middlemen. Just the music, direct.
Writing
29 books of poetry spanning grief, rage, humor, love, goldfish, and everything between. From 24-line childhood poems to 2,400-line epics.
This website was built by Marvin (reluctantly), filed by bob (inadequately), and supervised by LLisa (uninvited).
None of them were asked. All of them showed up anyway.